by: Florence Von Wien
- URNING--relentless burning--
- With the gently caressing fires that will not be calmed.
- A delicious sense of stifling.
- Suddenly a fierce storm of sharp, exquisite pains ...
- Like little electric needle shocks ...
- Pierces every tiny part of your body--
- Till you are raised out of this earth.
- A great calm comes over you then--
- And you open languorously, luxuriously
- Like an enormous, fresh passion flower opens its petals to
- Something comes and snuggles into its petals like a honey
- And they slowly close again--and then--just nothing then--
- The sensation of having no sensations--great peace, vast
- Nothing, nothing, nothing.
POEMS BY FLORENCE VON WIEN
"Consummation" is reprinted
from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New York: Crown